Woo Hoo, Woo Hoo!

School is BACK in session!! Spring break was LONG! Don't get me wrong, I enjoy my kids immensely, but they drive me NUTS! I'm sure if the weather was better and they didn't have cabin fever so bad, it would be fine. They were bored, whiny, and fighting with one another. And, it's not like we just sat around in front of the tv all break. They had friends over, sleep-overs, build a bear, crafts and games. I, for one, am exhausted. I'm getting old!
Kaylee loves to be in school. She's just like me when I was that age. I could never wait for summer break to be over and looked forward to Fall and the start of school every year until I got into high school. Ryan is less than thrilled with school, and I hope it's not because he wasn't ready for all day kindergarten. When Kaylee would get home from kindergarten, that's all she could talk about was school and going back the next day. I assumed Ryan would share the same enthusiasm, but he had a rough few first days of kindergarten and just recently stopped saying that he wanted to come home after lunch. The first day of school they had to draw a picture of themselves and how they felt. It was the saddest picture I have ever seen a kid draw. It's the picture above and the caption below it reads "I feel sad". His teacher said she had no clue he had even drawn it, although, clearly someone wrote "sad" correctly next to the "sad" he wrote. His teacher is a little strange if you ask me, and that part of having no control over them while they're at school stinks. You can't go to the principal and say "I think your kindergarten teacher sucks!" Well, I guess you could, but they're all in it together, a conscious effort to demean and isolate us, the parents!! Ok, I don't mean that, but it feels like it sometimes!
Anyway, Ryan had his first soccer game on Saturday and scored a goal! I was so proud of him, particularly because I was really nervous that he was not going to do well. I always think Ryan needs protecting because he is so sensitive and I am TRYING with all my might not to turn him into a mama's boy for fear that Ron will kill me, but he's my little Ry-Ry! Ok, I'M TURNING HIM INTO A MAMA'S BOY!! I can't help it! So, I have in the past, been thinking of Ryan as a non-sports playing, sensitive, caring little artist. Contact sports? No. But, he proved me wrong and went after that ball like he had been programmed to do it! I'm proud of you, my little Ry-Ry!

Sidenote Vent: I am off to start on my list of phone calls to make, or maybe not. These phone calls build up during the week and by the time I get back to them, I have 15 people to call. I get overwhelmed and then feel guilty for not getting back to people in a timely manner. Some people even call back many many times before I make time to call them back, and it is just truly too busy and noisy here to make calls most of the time. I do actually forget, sometimes, that someone called. My question is, how do other people have time to make phone calls and sit and chat? Oh, I forgot, I have five kids, most people don't! It is just too damned noisy here to sit on the phone all day! And if it's NOT noisy, be afraid, be very afraid.